Chorus:
I pray for my enemies, let em persecute me x3
in the end times, bring em here, let em execute me
Im not of the world and i won't fight its war x3
the world hates me but my father even more

Verse 1:
i see a generation focused on everything the same
out to prove anybody wrong, no matter the pain
out for blood, can't you understand we been here already
gun steady, pull it back, let it go we got aplenty
cuz the day of the lord will be coming like a thief
if you're not ready now, then i'll pray you won't decease
cuz the earth is breaking down, its taking every cell
and every inch of pride that i threw away in hell
The devil can't win cuz he's been swallowed up
victory in the air as i tear this mic up
and I'm free from the chains, no longer terrified
cuz i once was flesh, but now i'll never die
with the helmet of salvation and the sword of the spirit
a microphone plugged in, hope the world hears it
i pray the devil fears it, and flees from your name
and let em persecute me cuz i'll always stay the same

Verse 2:
i stay sober minded, and watchful like an eagle
strong upon the microphone like my skills illegal
my mic is a tool, to make these demons flee
i put it through the speaker box to bring em to their knees
my prayers are a letter to destroy all this evil
to torture all my devils hope to God that they're lethal
i drop lyrical bombs, let off all my rounds
put my kills upon the cross and pray for peace inside my town
For the word of my God is alive and its active
and it lights up the dark when i put it into practice
if he's with me then I'm safe, can't no one be against me
come together, help me fight any monster that persists me
put the I-C-X-C on when i wake
and the N-I-K-A conquers any hate
so i stay on the front lines, ready for the day
when the son of man comes and returns me from my grave